Wake-Up Call (Backdated to April 9)

Several hours after his arrival at Jane's, Robert Queen's eyes open slowly, blinded by the lights above. His head feels like it weighs a ton, and he could really use a lake to drink right now. For a moment, he lies on the cold, hard concrete beneath him and just stares up at the ceiling, trying to remember what happened.

He'd gone back to Gotham to find Jane, to talk to her about everything that had happened, and to make amends for leaving her when she needed him. At first, she seemed reluctant, like she didn't believe him, but she started to warm up to him again, started to come around.

Then the door burst in behind him and before he knew it, he was drifting off into the darkness. Now he was here.

Robert rolls over and finds that his head does /not/ weight a ton. It weighs two tons. He looks around a bit more and finds that he's in a cell of some kind. There's a bed to his left, and a book case on the wall behind him to his right. In front of him is a set of bars, and to his immediate right is a toilet-sink combo that's all the rage in Chinese and Japanese prisons.  His attention, however, goes back to the door in front of him.

On the other side of the door is a man, sitting in a chair, watching him.

"Glad to see you're awake, Robert. I figured the tranquilizers would wear off sooner or later, but since you're safely behind bars, I'm not worried." the red-haired man says.

"Pal...it's in your best interest to let me out of this cell right now, while you've got a chance. If I have to get out of here on my own, it's going to go really, really bad for you and boss." Robert tells him.

"I'm not your pal, Robbie. My name is Roy, and for all intents and purpose, I am the boss. I'm the reason you're in here, and I'm the reason you're gonna stay here and rot until you're nothing more than a bad memory for a lot of people. You've been killing your way across the world for a long time, because the psychos who raised you taught you that was acceptable. I'm in the business of putting people like you out of business. So, consider this the first day of the rest of your life. You're not going to hurt Keith, or Mia, or Jane or anyone ever again." Roy says, staring daggers at Robert.

Robert returns the glare tenfold. "I don't know what your problem is, man, but everyone I've ever killed /deserved/ it, and you just went to the top of the list. You shouldn't be here when I get out." Robert tells him.

"Yeah, just like I thought. You're good, Robbie, but you aren't great. If you even make an aggressive move toward one of my people, the room floods with knockout gas and you drop like a stone. Meanwhile, I've already started spreading rumors that you're somewhere in Japan right now. No one is coming to get you out of here and you're not leaving. You're going to pay for all of the lives you've taken, but don't worry. Your mom and your adoptive dad have cells here, too. I'll be bringing them to join you soon enough." Roy says, rising from his chair.

"Enjoy your stay, Robbie." he says, turning to go. "I'll see you soon." 

"Sooner than you think, Roy." Robert says, watching him go.

A lot sooner than you think.

With nothing more to do for now, Robert takes up the Lotus Position on his floor, closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths. The only thing he could do now is wait for his opportunity. He doesn't know when it will come or how, but it will.

And when it did, he'd take his shot.